SECREVNG.TXT    Secretary's Revenge by Cindy V.   Fem dom, TV, humiliation

     "Here's your bonus check, boss."

     That was Nancy, my beautiful secretary, handing me an envelope with 
my check.  Long, silky blonde hair.  A wonderful face and body.  She would 
selectively accentuate one part of her body at a time.  Sometimes she would 
wear a short dress and heels to call attention to her long and perfectly 
proportioned legs.  Other times she would hide those gorgeous legs beneath 
an ankle length skirt, but her blouse might be just low cut enough to hint 
at her beautiful breasts.  She would do the same thing with her makeup.  
One day she might wear colored mascara and do her eye shadow in several 
elaborate colors, focusing your attention on her mischievous blue eyes. 
Another day she might wear next to no eye makeup at all, but instead 
perfectly outline her full lips and color them with a serious red brown 
lipstick that would make you think of her luscious lips all day.

     I took the bonus check from Nancy and tried to forget about her 
rapturous beauty for a moment.  The bonus check!  I had worked my butt 
off in December for the company.  I work in an obscure area of financial 
business where about 90% of our sales are made in December.  I was in the 
office early and stayed late one or two nights a week.  I brought work 
home.  Two weekends in a row I came to work both Saturday and Sunday.  
At least I had this bonus check as a reward for my hard work.  I had 
forgotten about the bonus, and it was a nice surprise at the end
of the workday as I got up to leave for the day.

      Nancy was still standing there with her hands on her hips and an icy 
glare in her eyes. 

     "Yes?" I asked her.

     "Uh, boss," she said in her sweet as sugar voice, that usually meant 
I was in trouble with her. "I know you worked pretty hard in December, and 
I don't doubt that you deserve this bonus. But I worked pretty hard too.  
And you were pretty grouchy and demanding all month.  Where is my bonus?," 
she asked.

     "Now Nancy," I tried to calm her down in my fatherly voice.  "You 
did get overtime pay when you stayed late.  And I tried to get management 
to give you a bonus, but this was not a great year for us and they are 
only giving them to officers this year."

     "Sorry boss, that won't cut it.  I checked with Deanna in the Finance 
department.  First, other bosses did request bonuses for their secretaries 
and technical assistants, and they were approved. And second, you never 
put in for a bonus for Betty or me."  

     Damn, I hate it when Nancy has her facts straight.  Obviously I had 
made a mistake, thinking Nancy would never find out about the bonuses.  
Suddenly, as if on cue, Betty appeared at my office door to hear this.  
Betty is the department's TA, or technical assistant.  Betty is a wiz
with spreadsheets, and she also worked hard this December getting each piece 
of business priced and accounted for.  Betty is short, maybe 5'2".  Long 
black hair that sometimes flows freely and other times is coifed and 
lacquered atop her head in an elaborate hairstyle.  She has enormous
brown eyes and eyelashes that she can innocently bat behind too much 
mascara.  Not the greatest figure, but she wears tight dresses and high 
heels, and she has the most wonderful wiggle that displays her cute ass.  
Not a classic beauty, but Betty makes the most of her assets and is
undeniably one of the sexiest women in the office.

      Then Nancy boldly came up to me and put my arms around her neck.  
She pressed her breasts against my chest and put her face very close to 
mine.  I inhaled her perfume, and it was a strong sexy floral scent that 
I could not recognize.  "Didn't you think we deserved bonuses too?,"
she asked, and before giving me a chance to respond she kissed me.  She 
firmly pushed her tongue past my lips, and she was giving me one 
passionate kiss.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss.   

      That was my second mistake.  Suddenly I felt something being tied around
my wrists.  My arms were around Nancy's neck, and Nancy held me tightly 
as she kissed me, not letting go of me with her lips or with her hands 
which held me tightly around my waist.  I opened my eyes from the kiss to 
see Betty wrapping my wrists in velcro.  The velcro did not seem very 
strong, but I could not get loose.  Meanwhile Nancy would not let me loose 
either.  Then Betty took a Polaroid picture of Nancy and me embracing.  
My mind flashed as I imagined what sort of trouble I could get into in 
the company for kissing my secretary.  How would I explain it?  I 
remembered a Seinfeld episode where George is confronted by his boss with 
having had sex with the cleaning woman, and all George can come up with 
is innocently asking, "Was that wrong?" Yeah, they would believe that.

       Betty ran out with the Polaroid camera.  Nancy broke off the kiss. I 
struggled with the velcro around my wrists and could feel my face turning 
red  I sneered at her, "Do you know what you're doing?  I could fire you 
for this!"

     Nancy calmly lifted my chin with one hand and then sharply smacked my 
cheek with her other hand.  I was defenseless to stop her.  "I don't think 
so, boss.  Do you know what Betty is doing now?  She is taking that Polaroid 
of you kissing me, scanning the picture into a computer file, and then 
e-mailing it to her online account at home.  She and I will have to decide 
whether to use it for a sexual harassment lawsuit, or just to make a web 
page out of it.

     As the pain of her slap and of her words sunk in, I realized I was in 
deep trouble with these women.  Betty came back to my office, shut the door 
and locked it.  "Everything OK?" Nancy asked her.  "Yes," Betty replied.  
"The photo came out very clear, and it's on its way to my online account.  
When I get home tonight I'll just edit out the velcro handcuffs, and no one 
will ever know they were there."  Betty put the camera down on a chair.  
Obviously she was going to take more pictures.  I wondered why she also 
had a shopping bag.

     I knew I was getting further ensconced in their web.  They had me
physically and they had me psychologically, and they could do what they 
wished.  "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.

     Nancy slapped me sharply on the cheek.  "When I want to hear your 
pathetic voice, I'll tell you," she snapped at me.  Meanwhile Betty took a 
long piece of rope from the shopping bag and was tossing it over the 
light fixture in the ceiling.  She got it over, and tied one end of the
rope to my velcroed wrists. She pulled the other end of the rope tautly, 
causing my hands to rise over my head. She pulled a little more, and now 
I was standing on my toes.  She tied her end of the rope to the closet 
door knob.

     "I don't know if the ceiling fixture can support your weight if you 
struggle," Nancy said to me.  "But if you struggle and the fixture comes 
down, it is going to land on her your head."  I nodded my understanding 
silently.

     Nancy took a scissors and cut my shirt off.  Betty took off my shoes 
and socks, one foot at time, undid my belt buckle, and removed my pants 
and shorts.  Before I had time to think about my nakedness in front of 
the two sexy women, Betty got a red garment out of the shopping bag
and the two of them were putting it around my waist.

     "How many inches is this corset supposed to remove from his waist?," 
Nancy asked Betty. "Between four and six," she replied, "depending on 
how tight we tie the laces."  The corset did not go as high as my nipples, 
nor as low as my groin.  Nancy and Betty each stood behind me with an end 
of the laces in their hand and started pulling.  Wow!  This was sucking 
the air right out of me!  I realized I would have to take smaller breaths 
than usual. I had never felt so constricted in my life.  The women tugged 
on the laces to their satisfaction, tied them off, and stood in front of 
me to survey their work.

     "It's about time he realizes how hard it is for a women to dress 
sexy," Nancy announced. "You like it when we wear tight dresses and skirts 
that show off our slender waists. You're always staring at us. Now we're 
going to let you know what it feels like."  I breathed slowly, trying to 
adjust to my new circumstances. 

     "What next?," Betty asked.

     "He looks so naked standing there with just a corset on, doesn't he?," 
Nancy asked with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.  "Let's paint his toenails."

     "Now wait a minute," I protested.  But before I could say anything more, 
Nancy put her gorgeous face next to mine and said, "You know, it's not hard 
to remove nail polish from toenails when this is done.  But on the other 
hand, we could paint 'SISSY' in nail polish on your ass if you give us a 
hard time. How would you get that off?"

     And with that I stood there helplessly as Nancy and Betty each took a 
bottle of red nail polish out of the shopping bag and proceeded to paint my 
toenails, giggling at my predicament as they worked.

     I didn't feel any less naked when they were done.  When they were 
satisfied that the polish was dry, they slid a pair of black stockings 
on me.  They followed this with silky black panties and high heels.  At 
least my aching arches had a little support now. 

     Betty went into the shopping bag again, and she pulled out a makeup 
case.  She and Nancy went through it, examining various items and 
selecting some to leave out and arrange on my desk. After the clothes they 
had made me wear, it was clear who the makeup was for.

     Nancy took a little bottle, shook it up, put some of the liquid on a 
sponge, and started stroking it all over my face.  She examined my face, 
left and right, and decided she was happy with the way liquid makeup 
smoothed out my complexion.  Then she took a big fluffy brush and 
generously stroked my cheeks with a pink powder.  

     Next Betty took a turn.  She took a black mascara and told me to hold 
very still as she covered my upper and lower eyelashes with it.  She also 
took a tiny brush, dipped it in a tiny bottle of liquid, stood very close 
to me, and painted a fine line on my eyelids.  She stepped back to admire
her work.

     Finally the two women unscrewed a number of lipsticks and debated the 
merits of how various shades of lipsticks might look on me.  They agreed on 
one, and Nancy did the honors.  She held my chin gently with her left 
hand, then slowly but firmly painted my lips in a dark red lipstick. 
When she was done she showed me my reflection in a compact mirror.  I 
thought I looked ridiculous.

     "Oh, she looks so cute," Betty gushed sarcastically.

     "A real sissy," Nancy agreed.  Betty snapped a few photos, then left to 
scan the photos.  She also took my real clothes with her.

     Then Nancy started releasing my velcro handcuffs.  I wondered if I 
should take this opportunity and try to make a run for it.

     "Now Sissy," Nancy explained.  It looks like she has decided to rename
me.  
"Yes, you could try to run out the door.  But just think for a minute how you 
are dressed.  How far do you think you would get before someone sees you.  And
has everyone in the company gone home yet?  Besides, don't forget the 
photos ...."  I decided I had better stay there.  I flexed my arms, which
had gotten stiff from being in one position for so long.

     Nancy led me over to my desk. She bent me over my desk at the waist and 
told me to extend my arms on the desk. She stood in front of the desk, grabbed
my left arm, attached a velcro handcuff to it and attached the handcuff to 
the leg of the desk. She did the same to the right arm. She told me to spread 
my legs wide.  This was uncomfortable in my heels.  When she was done, I
was immobilized, standing, bent over at the waist, laying face down over my 
own desk.

     Nancy then stood behind me.  She pressed her knee into my ass.  "Who's 
the boss now, Sissy?  Answer me!"

     "You are, Ma'am," I replied reluctantly.

     Betty came back and saw the position Nancy had put me in.  Nancy sat on 
my back, and it hurt.  She extended her stockinged leg in the direction of 
my face. "Kiss my foot," she commanded.  So I did.  "Keep kissing it.  With 
feeling," she commanded.  I did my best.

     Meanwhile Nancy started spanking my ass, right through the panties, which
provided little protection.  First she used her hand, then something harder 
and flatter.  I guessed a hairbrush. She spanked away, and it was starting to 
hurt. Occasionally she would stop spanking and caress my ass instead.  
"What's the matter Sissy?," Nancy asked tauntingly. "Wiggle your ass for me,"
she commanded.  "Entertain me."  I wiggled for her, trying to avoid her blows,
which of course was impossible.

     Betty had enough of her foot being kissed.  She also stood behind me.  
Someone yanked my panties up, into the crack of my ass, and pulling on my 
balls.  I yelped at that.  Then my panties were pulled down.  I heard a 
plastic glove being put on.  Uh oh.  Other than a doctor's exam, I had never 
had anything up on my ass.

     A finger entered the opening to my ass.  At least the finger was lubri-
cated. I didn't know if it was Betty or Nancy. The finger was barely in an 
inch, and I squeezed my ass muscles to try to expel it.  Of course it wouldn't
budge. I squirmed - I didn't like the finger inside me. The finger went
deeper.  
She manipulated it in and out.  Faster.  And faster.  "How do you like being 
fucked like a woman,?" a voice whispered to me.  It was very humiliating.

      Finally, whichever of them had her finger up my ass, had enough.  She 
withdrew her finger, and I heard the sound of a glove being taken off a hand. 
I breathed a sigh of relief.

     But they were not done, with me, by a long shot.  I felt something soft 
around my balls.  Something very soft was being rubbed back and forth over my 
balls.  It felt wonderful.  But then there was a squeeze on my balls as they 
were yanked hard to the left. Then they were yanked hard to the right.  
Nancy and Betty had tied my balls with some sort of stocking, and they were 
playing tug of war!  They were laughing hysterically at my discomfort.

      Then they decided to do something different.  They untied my hands and 
let me stand.  I had been laying face down for a long time.  Various parts of 
my body ached.  The women grabbed between my legs and pulled the stocking 
attached to my balls, making me walk backwards.  I didn't know where they 
were taking me, but it appeared as if we were taking one lap around my desk.  
It was hard to keep up with them walking backwards in my heels, and being 
pulled by the balls.    They laid me down on my back on the desk.  They 
spread my arms and legs, and tied all four extremities with velcro to the 
legs of the desk.  Then for good measure they attached one of the ends of 
the stocking holding my balls to a desk leg too.  I was really held down.

     Nancy climbed on the desk looking down on me.  Her long blonde hair swung
teasingly in my face.  She smiled at me.  Despite all she had put me through -
she was beautiful!  I couldn't imagine what she had in store for me next.

     She leaned over to me and held my face in her hands.  "Poor little
Sissy," 
she cooed at me.  She sighed.  "But you're such a mess."  And with that she 
produced a lipstick and painted my lips with a generous coating of red color. 
"Press your lips together, dear.  That's sweet.  Now open your mouth wide.

      Then she produced another scarf.  She put it between my lips and tied it
tightly around my head.  I was gagged.  Nancy smiled sweetly and got off the 
desk.
    
     Betty did something I never would have guessed. She stripped down to her 
half slip and panties.  She climbed up on the desk and on top of me.  She said
to me, "Sissy, are you a good ass kisser?"  I assumed the only acceptable 
answer was Yes, so I grunted "Yes" through my gag. "Well, we'll see," she 
replied.

     Betty squatted over my head on the desk, giving me access to her lovely 
ass. I kissed her through my gag and through her panties.  It was humiliating,
but it was delightful at the same time. I kissed away at her ass and tried to 
reach her pussy, and she squirmed in delight. Sometimes she was enjoying 
herself so much that she forgot to leave air space for me and she sat down 
squarely on my face.  I had to struggle for a little breathing space.  I 
kissed and licked her until she was satisfied.

     Betty climbed off of me and Nancy climbed on instead. Next I saw Betty 
hand something to Nancy.  It was a large dildo shaped vibrator.  Nancy 
switched it on, and it made an audible buzz. I was gagged and immobilized.  
Was Nancy going to use the vibrator in my ass? 

     Nancy started running the vibrator over herself.  She ran it over her 
breasts.  Then in her groin area.  She knelt over me, and she ran the vibrator
over her pussy, inches away from my nose.  I was entranced.  I could not 
keep my eyes off the vibrator moving back and forth over her pussy.

     She was squatting on the desk behind my head.  Her long hair was in my 
face and I was straining backward to see her with the vibrator.  It was inches
from my nose, and I could smell her pussy scent.  Occasionally her hand would 
brush across my face as she stroked herself with the vibrator.  It was 
maddening being so close to her gorgeous body, but being immobilized.

     After a while she switched positions.  She knelt over me, facing me.  Her
long hair waved in my face.  She leaned forward and offered me her breast.  I 
kissed and sucked it greedingly, as she continued to use the vibrator on her 
own pussy.  Her breast tasted delicious.  Nancy was sighing contentedly.  

     She put the vibrator aside and told me to suck harder.  I complied.  "No,
harder," she commanded.  I did.  But it was not enough for her.  "Harder!" she
screamed at me, and for emphasis she squeezed both of my nipples.  I 
continued to lick away, and she decided to toy with my nipples. She kept 
squeezing them, first one at a time, then together.  She got off me briefly to
get her vibrator again, and my nipples still had a dull ache to them.  I 
realized she had put clothespins on them.

     Nancy climbed back on and squatted over my head.  She ran the vibrator 
over her pussy a little.  Then she lowered herself down, down, until her 
pussy was just above my mouth.  I strained to reach her with my tongue, 
but I was just short. This was so frustrating! In a rare display of rebellion 
I grunted through my gag, "How cruel!"  She laughed. Obviously she was doing
this to me on purpose. I bucked wildly against my bonds, but I could not 
reach her pussy with my tongue. Finally she relented and lowered herself just 
enough to let me reach her pussy.  

     I licked away merrily at her pussy.  She played with my nipples a 
little, slapping the clothespins, which stung my nipples.  She removed 
them and remarked how pink my nipples had become.  It stung when she removed
them, but I didn't care.  At that moment licking her pussy was the only thing
that mattered to me.

     Meanwhile Nancy, or was it Betty, was running the vibrator over me.  
She ran it over my chest, down lower, and lower, to my groin.  She ran 
it on the underside of my penis.  That is a sensitive, erogenous area, 
but the vibrator was too much for me and it was more painful than
pleasurable.  One or both the women were teasing my cock with their hands 
or the scarf or the vibrator - I didn't know what, and I couldn't see.  
It was pleasurable, but not enough to cum.

     Betty was cooing at me, "Do you want to cum in your pretty panties, 
Sissy?," but it was not quite the right friction for me to come.  Every 
now and then they would stop touching my cock altogether, and I thrashed 
wildly against my bonds, searching for them.  

     I continued licking Nancy through my gag.  She would also tease me 
sometimes by raising herself jut high enough so that only the tip of my 
tongue could reach, and sometimes just a little higher so that my tongue 
could not reach her at all.  That was maddening, and they giggled watching 
me strain my tongue to find Nancy's pussy.  They tormented my nipples and they
tormented my cock by giving me either too much stimulation or not enough.  
Finally Nancy orgasmed from my tongue, and both of them stopped touching me 
entirely.  Nancy climbed off, and both she and Betty looked sadly at me as 
I tried to catch my breath.

     "I guess you didn't want to cum in your pretty panties after all, Sissy,"
Nancy said to me.  

     The women got dressed.  They fixed their own lipstick, and for good 
measure they fixed mine too.  I was still tied to the desk.  "Let's get 
something to eat," Nancy said to Betty.  "We'll come back for Sissy later - 
maybe."  And they left me in the office alone, tied to my own desk.